A World War I, themed advertisement
for Sainsbury's, a supermarket chain in the UK. On Christmas
Eve 100 years ago, soldiers on both sides laid down their weapons
in commemoration of the holidays. The ad remembers that time,
showing both British and German forces coming together for a friendly
soccer match and a touching gift exchange. Click 'HERE'
to see this wonderfully well done true story.

Richard Wiseman, psychologist,
author, and host of YouTube's "Quirkology" channel, shares
this video of a holiday themed Rube Goldberg machine. Made
by DMI Productions, this machine is cleverly designed to spread
some holiday joy. Click'HERE'
to enjoy this holiday treat.

TopSubj: Playing
Weeweechu (S359b, S1090)..........From:
Imogenelumen in 2003 and
From: ginafm in 2007

One beautiful December evening
Huan Cho and his girlfriend Jung Lee were sitting by the
side of the ocean. It was a romantic full moon, when Huan
Cho said "Hey baby, let's play Weeweechu."

"Oh no, not now, let's look at
the moon!" said Jung Lee.

"Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and
I play Weeweechu. I love you and it's the perfect time,"
Huan Cho Begged.

"But I rather just hold your
hand and watch the moon."

"Please Jung Lee, just once play
Weeweechu with me."

Jung Lee looked at Huan Cho and
said, "OK, we'll play Weeweechu."

Huan Cho grabbed his guitar and
they both sang.....

"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,
Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,
and a Happy New Year."

. In these two wonderful videos,
Walk
off the Earth, a Canadian experimental rock band originally
from Burlington, Ontario, play two creative songs with
the help of three dogs and a Volkswagen convertible..

This video/song is about a boy
buying his mother shoes at Christmas. The song written,
and performed by Christian vocal group NewSong. Click
'HERE'
to hear and see this moving story.

TopSubj: Door
To Door Christmas Tree (S1090)
From: Bill Lee on 11/29/2017 Source: www.i.imgur.com/evZz6w0.jpg......................Just
bought my Christmas Tree..........from
a guy selling door to door...........He
said if I give it plenty of..........light
and water, he would come..........and
take it away in January...Top

Captain Picard sings 'Let it
snow!' using many video clips. Nothing says holiday cheer like
Captain Picard, so thank you, James Covenant for this brilliant
song. Click 'HERE'
to see and hear Picard song.

Toy Tinkers is an animated short
film produced in Technicolor by Walt Disney Productions and
released to theaters on December 16, 1949. Set during Christmas
time, the film shows Chip 'n' Dale trying to steal nuts from
Donald Duck's home using toy weapons. The film was
nominated for an Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film in 1950.

Click 'HERE'
to see this wonderful Disney animated short Christmas film.

Ohio Highway Patrol Officer Bob
Welsh recites his original poem 'My Christmas Eve.'
Bob uniquely weaves his stories into prose. His Christmas
Eve experiences are not pretty, but they are very touching,
and a real tear jerker. Click'HERE'
to hear the story of Bob's life.

Merry Christmas to you, and please
don't worry. I'm just fine considering I can't breathe
or eat. The important thing is that you have a nice
holiday, thousands of miles away from your ailing mother.
I've sent along my last ten dollars in this card, which
I hope you'll spend on my grandchildren. God knows their
mother never buys them anything nice. They look so
thin in their pictures, poor babies. Thank you so much
for the birthday flowers, dear boy. I put them in the
freezer so they'll stay fresh for my grave. Which reminds
me -- we buried Grandma last week.

I know she died years ago, but
I got to yearning for a good funeral so Aunt Berta and I
dug her up and had the services all over again. I would
have invited you, but I know that woman you live with would have
never let you come. I bet she's never even watched that
videotape of my hemorrhoid surgery, has she?

Well son, it's time for me to
crawl off to bed now. I lost my cane beating off muggers
last week, but don't you worry about me. I'm also
getting used to the cold since they turned my heat off and
am grateful because the frost on my bed numbs the constant
pain.

Now don't you even think about
sending any more money, because I know you need it for
those expensive family vacations you take every year.
Give my love to my darling grandbabies and my regards to
whatever-her-name-is -- the one with the black roots in
her hair who stole you screaming from my bosom.

This is amazing,
if you have not seen it before just type in your address
or any family addresses and look through
the window at the snow falling on
your home today. It's amazing!!!!
Click 'HERE' to see this cute use of Google
street photos.

Hilarious TSA Parody, Sung to
the tune "Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer".
An original song parody by Donny Aldridge. He
is a very funny Singer/ songwriter, and political satirist.
Click 'HERE' to hear this funny, and all
too true song.

For many long years, Santa Claus
was associated with eight reindeer. Then, in 1939,
Robert L. May added a ninth and a new Christmas tradition was
born. Click 'HERE'
to read the origin of this modern day
classic.

Straight No Chaser (SNC) is the
name of two related but separate a cappella men's singing
groups. The Indiana University amateur college group
now known as "Indiana University's Straight No Chaser"
is composed of 10 to 12 undergraduate men whose lineup
changes every year. The professional group, known
simply as Straight No Chaser, is composed of former
members, mostly original members, of the college group.

Laugh along with us at the funny
antics of these young cashmere goats. Enjoy
their natural playfulness and gymnastic moves as they explore
their new world with their brothers, sisters, and
friends. To see four more cute goat videos go to
www.GIGGLEwiththeGOATS.com.

Click
'HERE'
to see 'GIGGLE with the GOATS Jingle Bells Holiday Performance.'

On Nov.13 2010 unsuspecting shoppers
got a big surprise while enjoying their lunch.
Over 100 participants in this awesome Christmas Flash Mob.
This flash mob was organized by http://www.AlphabetPhotography.com
to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!
Click 'HERE' to see
this wonderfully touching moment.

I thought it would be a nice
idea to bring a date to my parents' house on Christmas
Eve. I thought it would be interesting for a non-Italian
girl to see how an Italian family spends the holidays.

I thought my mother and my date
would hit it off like partridges and pear trees.....I
was wrong! I had only known Karen for three weeks
when I extended the invitation. "I know these family things
can be a little weird," I told her, "but my folks are great,
and we always have a lot of fun on Christmas Eve."

"Sounds fine to me," Karen said.

I told my mother I'd be bringing
Karen with me. "She's a very nice girl and she's really
looking forward to meeting all of you."

"Sounds fine to me," my mother
said.

And that was that.

Two telephone calls. Two
sounds-fine-to-me. What more could I want? I should point
out, I suppose, that in Italian households, Christmas Eve is
the
social event of the season -- an Italian woman's reason
for living. She cleans. She cooks. She bakes.
She orchestrates every minute of the entire evening. Christmas
Eve is what Italian women live for. I should also point out, I suppose,
that when it comes to the kind of women that make Italian
men go nuts, Karen is it. She doesn't clean. She doesn't
cook. She doesn't bake. And she has the largest breasts
I have ever seen on a human being! I brought her anyway.

7 p.m. - We arrive.

Karen and I walk in and putter
around for half an hour waiting for the other guests to show
up. During that half hour, my mother grills Karen like cheeseburger
on the barbecue determines that Karen does not
clean, cook, or bake.

My father is equally observant.
He pulls me into the living room and notes, "She has the
largest breasts I have ever seen on a human being!"

7:30 p.m. - Others arrive.

Zio Giovanni walks in with my
Zia Maria, assorted kids, assorted gifts. We sit
around the dining room table for antipasto, a symmetrically composed
platter of lettuce, roasted peppers, black olives,
anchovies and cheese....no meat of course. When I
offer to make Karen's plate she says, "No Thank you." She points
to the anchovies with a look of disgust.... "You don't like
anchovies?" I ask. "I don't like fish, Karen announces to one
and all as 67 other varieties of seafood are baking, broiling
and simmering in the next room. My mother makes the sign of
the cross.

My father, who is still staring
in a daze, at Karen's chest, temporarily snaps out of it
to murmur, "Knockers?"

My mother kicks him so hard he
gets a blood clot.

None of this is turning out the
way I'd hoped.

8:00 p.m. - Second course. The
spaghetti and crab sauce is on the way to the table.
Karen declines the crab sauce and says she'll make her own with
butter and ketchup. My mother asks me to join her in the kitchen.
I take my "Merry Christmas" napkin from my lap,
place it on the "Merry Christmas" tablecloth and walk
into the kitchen.

"I don't want to start any trouble,"
my mother says calmly, clutching a bottle of ketchup
in her hands. "But if she pours this on my pasta, I'm
going to throw acid in her face."

"Come on," I tell her. "It's
Christmas. Let her eat what she wants."

My mother considers the situation,
then nods.

As I turn to walk back into the
dining room, she grabs my shoulder. "Tell me the
truth," she says, "are you serious with this tramp?"

"She's not a tramp," I reply.
"And I've only known her for three weeks." "Well, it's
your life," she tells me, "but if you marry her, she'll poison
you."

8:30 p.m. - More fish.

My stomach is knotted like one
of those macrame' plant hangers that are always three
times larger than the plants they hold. All the women
get up to clear away the spaghetti dishes, except for Karen, who,
instead, lights a cigarette. "Why don't you give them a little
hand?" I politely suggest. Karen makes a face and walks
into the kitchen carrying three forks.

"Dear, you don't have to do that,"
my mother tells her, smiling painfully. "Oh, okay,"
Karen says, putting the forks on the sink. As she reenters
the dining room, a wine glass flies over her head, and smashes
against the wall. From the kitchen, my mother says, "Whoops."

More fish comes out. After
some goading, Karen tries a piece of scungilli, which she describes
as "slimy, like worms." My mother winces, bites her
hand and pounds her chest like one of those old women you always
see in the sixth row of a funeral home.

Zia Maria does the same.
Karen, believing that this is something that all Italian women
do on Christmas Eve, bites her hand and pounds her chest.
My Zio Giovanni doesn't know what to make of it.
My father's dentures fall out and chew a six-inch gash in the
tablecloth.

10:00 pm. - Coffee, dessert.

Espresso all around. A
little anisette. A curl of lemon peel. When Karen asks
for milk, my mother finally slaps her in the face with a cannoli.
I guess it had to happen sooner or later. Karen, believing
that this is something that all Italian women do on Christmas
Eve, picks up a cannoli and slaps my mother with it.

"This is fun," Karen says.

Time passes and believe it or
not, everyone is laughing and smiling and filled with good
cheer - even my mother, who grabs me by the shoulder, laughs
and says, "Get this bitch out of my house."

Sounds fine to me.

THE END---- If you aren't in
stitches by now, you don't know Italians!!

It was the day AFTER Christmas
at a church in San Francisco. The Pastor of the church was
looking at the manger scene, when he noticed that the baby
Jesus figure was missing from the cradle. He immediately
went outside and saw a little boy with a red wagon walking
down the Street, and in the wagon, was the figure of the
infant Jesus.

So he walked up to the boy and
said, "Son, where did you get that little baby Jesus that's
in your wagon?"

The little boy replied, "I got
him from the church.".

"And why did you take him?" asked
the pastor.

The little boy replied, "Well,
about a week before Christmas, I prayed and I told Jesus if
he would bring me a red wagon for Christmas, I would give
him a ride in it!"

Rumor has it you may be of Italian
descent, so I thought you might enjoy "Buon Natale,
Italian Christmas time." This is truly Italian living
at Christmas. Click 'HERE' to see this music video by comedian
Mike KC.

Democrats get back at Republicans
on their Christmas list by giving them fruitcakes. Republicans
re-wrap them and send them to in-laws.

Democrats let their kids open
all the gifts on Christmas Eve. Republicans make their kids
wait until Christmas morning.

When toasting the Holidays, Republicans
ask for sherry or mulled wine. Democrats
ask for egg nog.

When not in stores, Republicans
use a catalog. Democrats watch for "incredible
TV offers" on late night television.

Democrats do a lot of their shopping
at Costco and WalMart. So do Republicans, but they
don't admit it.

Democrats give their children
gifts that make a political statement. Republicans
give their children gifts that will keep them out of their hair.

Republican parents have no problem
buying their kids toy guns. Democrats refuse to do so. That
is why their kids pretend to shoot each other with dolls.

Republicans spend hundreds of
dollars and hours of work decorating the yard with outdoor
lights and Christmas displays. Democrats save their time and
money and drive around at night to enjoy the scenery.

Republicans wear wide red ties
and green sport jackets during the festive season. Democrats
do too, all year round.

Most Republicans try, at least
once, enclosing indulgent, wretchedly maudlin form letters
about their families in their Christmas Cards. Public
ridicule from Democrats usually discourages them from doing
it again.

Cheapskate Republicans buy an
artificial Christmas tree. Tightfisted Democrats buy a
real tree, but they wait until the week before Christmas when
the lots lower their prices.

Democratic men like to watch
football while their wives, girlfriends or mothers fix holiday
meals. On this, Republicans are in full agreement.

Republicans see nothing wrong
with letting their children play "Cowboys and Indians".
Democrats don't either, as long as the Indians get to win.

Republicans first began thinking
like Republicans when they stopped believing in Santa Claus...
Democrats became Democrats because they never
stopped believing in Santa Claus...